For the first few days of motherhood, I walked around in a pleasant postpartum haze. I was deliriously happy. I loved everyone — even the OB who stitched up my vajay-jay. When the hormones and adrenaline wore off, though, I realized I was in the middle of a shit storm (with both literal and figurative shit). Why does this thing keep peeing on me? Is four layers of clothing too much for a winter walk? And why has no one brought me sushi yet? While these are all important and relevant worries, there are definitely lots of other things you should NOT be concerned about. There’s a lot of pressure on…